CHAPTER FIVE

The matter in the borders is far more serious than Morrigan could have imagined. The stench of decaying bodies that were not properly buried, ravens flocking on the pile of dead bodies at one side. The land is so dry, once the wind blows it turns into ashes. The carcass and cadavers served as the food of ravens while the people who barely survived the famine were dying in hunger, craving for a single drop of water to quench their thirsts, the children were stricken with malnutrition, their parents barely eating till their bones were sticking on their skins. 

Draped in a red cloak, Morrigan watches her people in horror. The reek of decaying dead bodies lurking around the borders. “How bad was it?” She asked Colfre, who is also observing the whole place. She walked further but as she went further the piles of bodies around her scared her of what she might see as she went to the